My Feet

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Tiredness sweeps my legs
My feet hurt, they held me today
I did too much, got excited
They were still there for me
Rooting me on, silently doing the work
They didn’t complain or yell out injustice
Being there for me just how I needed them to be
One foot in front of the other
Faster, slower, bent, straight
Just being my mate, this is their fate
Always on time, alive, remind
Me of their generous gift
Lifting me up and slowing me down
I know I sometimes frown, speak out loud
Hiding in my keep, dear feet
We must sleep and keep
Conversations between us deep

With appreciation,

Ian Altosaar

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